She cuffs both of your hands and leads you the the far wall like a dog. On the way, she turns on the light by pulling the cord overhead. You see the line of her extend upwards. She’s tall. You like that. Her arms are like tree limbs begging to be grasped. She doesn’t look back at you at all. Even when you stop to test her. She just tugs at the chain and drags you towards what’s sure to be a hell of a good beating.
“Stand still.” She says firmly. You jerk, wanting to feel her pull you. Wanting the cuffs to bite your wrists. She yanks hard. “I said, stand still.”
You nod and let her fasten the chains to the hooks up above. Your arms fold upwards. You become the letter “X.”
With your arms lifted, she notices the dagger on your hip and removes it,
“You didn’t want to use this? You should have.”
She traces the back of the blade on the side of your face, down your neck, pressing just firm enough for you to wonder and worry about her intentions. The blade lingers under your chin. She leans in and kisses you. You wait for her tongue to press forward. It doesn’t and you’re instantly frustrated. Instead, her teeth bite your lower lip. Hard. Your eyes squeeze shut as she releases and pulls away.
The dagger is pressed hard under your chin. She might kill you, but all you actually care about is kissing her again. To taste that tongue. You press towards her. She backs away shaking her head and clicking her tongue, “No. No. No.”
You fall forward and are caught by the chains. Dangling on your toes.
“You won’t get what you want. You’re being punished, remember?”
When she tells you this, she holds the dagger out like a sword. You stand up and move back towards the wall again. She advances with her arm still fully extended. The blade starts lower. Much lower. She gently lifts your vest with the blade. Delicately maneuvering to the spot below your ribcage. When the cool metal touches your skin, you can’t help but shiver. She carves a small cut on your exposed stomach. Superficial yet still burning.
